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OVID'S ELEGIES.

Epigrammes and Elegies. By I. D. and C. M. At Middleborugh. This title-page is followed by the "Epigram• mata", at the end of which are the initials "1. D." Next is a copy of verses headed " Ignoto". Then comes a second title-page, Certaine of Ovids Elegies. By C. Marlow. At Mulleborugh,-n. d., 12mo.-Referred to in the notes as Ed. A.

All Ovids Elegies: 3. Bookes. By C. M. Epigrams by J. D. notes as Ed. B.

At Millebourgh, n. d., 12mo.-Referred to in the

All Ovids Elegies: 3. Bookes. By C. M. Epigrams by J. D. At Middlebovrgh, n. d., 12mo.-Referred to in the notes as Ed. C.

OVID'S ELEGIES.

P. OVIDII NASONIS AMORUM

LIBER PRIMUS.

ELEGIA I. Quemadmodum a Cupidine pro bellis amores scribere coactus sit.

WE which were Ovid's five books,* now are three;
For these before the rest preferreth he.
If, reading five, thou plain'st of tediousness,
Two ta'en away, thy + labour will be less.

With Muse prepar'd, I meant ‡ to sing of arms,
Choosing a subject fit for fierce alarms:
Both verses were alike, till Love, men say,
Began to smile, and took § one foot away.
Rash boy, who gave thee power to change a line?
We are the Muses' prophets, none of thine.
What if thy mother take Diana's bow,
Shall Dian fan when love begins to glow?
In woody groves is't meet that Ceres reign,
And quiver-bearing Dian till the plain?
Who'll set the fair-tress'd Sun in battle-ray,
While Mars doth take th' Aonian harp to play?
Great are thy kingdoms, over-strong, and large:
Ambitious imp, why seek'st thou further charge?

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Are all things thine? the Muses' Tempe* thine?
Then scarce can Phoebus say, "This harp is mine."
When in this work's + first verse I trod aloft,
Love slack'd my Muse, and made my num-
bers § soft.

I have no mistress nor no favorite,
Being fittest matter for a wanton wit:

Thus I complain'd; but Love unlock'd his quiver,
Took out the shaft ordain'd my heart to shiver,
And bent his sinewy bow upon his knee,
Saying, "Poet, here's a work beseeming thee."
O, woe is me! he never shoots but hits :

I burn; love in my idle bosom sits.
Let my first verse be six, my last five feet:
Farewell, stern war, for blunter poets meet!
Elegian Muse, that warblest amorous lays,
Girt my shine brow with sea-bank myrtle-sprays!¶

ELEGIA II.

Quod, primo amore correptus, in triumphum duci se a Cupidine patiatur.

WHAT makes my bed seem hard, seeing it is soft?**

Or why slips down the coverlet so oft?

* Tempe] So ed. A.-Eds. B, C. "Temple." twork's] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "worke." Love] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "I."

§ numbers] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "number." shine] i. e. sheen, shining.

¶ sprays] Old eds. "praise."-At the end of this elegy,

Ed. A has "C. Marlowe."

** it is soft] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "it is so soft.'

Although the nights be long, I sleep not tho;*
My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.
Were Love the cause, it's like I should descry
him;

Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spy him?

'Twas so; he struck + me with a slender ‡ dart; "Tis cruel Love turmoils my captive heart. Yielding, or struggling,§ do we give him might? Let's yield: a burden easlly borne is light. I saw a brandish'd fire increase in strength; Which being not shak'd,|| I saw it die at length. Young oxen newly-yok'd are beaten more Than oxen which ¶ have drawn the plough before;

And rough jades' mouths with stubborn bits are torn,

But manag'd horses' heads are lightly borne.
Unwilling lovers Love doth more torment
Than such as in their bondage feel content.
Lo, I confess, I am thy captive, I!

And hold my conquer'd hands for thee to tie. What need'st thou war? I sue to thee for grace:

With arms to conquer armless men is base.
Yoke Venus' doves, put myrtle on thy hair:
Vulcan will give thee chariots rich and fair.
The people thee applauding, thou shalt stand,
Guiding the harmless pigeons with thy
** hand:
Young men and women shalt thou lead as thrall;
So will thy triumph ++ seem magnifical:
I, lately caught, will have a new-made wound,
And captive-like be manacled and bound:
Good meaning, shame,‡‡ and such as seek love's
wrack,

Shall follow thee, their hands tied at their back:
Thee all shall fear, and worship as a king;
Iö triumphing shall thy people sing:
Smooth speeches, fear,§§ and rage shall by thee
ride,

Which troops have always been on Cupid's side:
Thou with these soldiers conquer'st gods and

men:

Take these away,

where is thine |||| honour then?

*tho] i. e. then.

t struck] So ed. C.-Ed. A "strok."-Ed. B "strook."

t slender] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "tender."

§ struggling] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "striuing." shak'd] So ed. A.-Eds. B, C "slackt."

Twhich] So eds. A, B.-Ed. C "that." **thy] So eds. B, C.-Not in ed. A.

tt triumph] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "triumphes."

Good meaning, shame] "Mens Bona . . . Et Pudor." §§ fear] Our poet's copy of Ovid had "Terror." The right reading is "Error."

thine] So eds. B, C.-Ed. A "thy."

Thy mother shall from heaven applaud this show,
And on their faces heaps of roses strow:
With beauty of thy wings thy fair hair gilded,*
Ride, golden Love, in chariots richly builded!
Unless I err, full many shalt thou burn,
And give wounds + infinite at every turn:
In spite of thee, forth will thine ‡ arrows fly;
A scorching flame burns all the standers by.
So, having conquer'd Inde, was Bacchus' hue:
Thee pompous birds, and him two tigers, drew.
Then, seeing I grace thy show in following thee,
Forbear to hurt thyself in spoiling me.
Behold thy kinsman § Cæsar's prosperous bauds,
Who guards the|| conquer'd with his conquering
hands!

ELEGIA IIL

Ad amicam.

I ASK but right: let her that caught me late,
Either love, or cause that I may never ** hate.
I crave ++ too much: would she but let me love
her!

Jove knows with such-like prayers I daily move her.

Accept him that will serve thee all his youth,
Accept him that will love with ‡‡ spotless truth.
If lofty titles cannot make me thine,§§
That am descended but of knightly line,
(Soon may you plough the little land I have;
I gladly grant my parents given to save,)
Apollo, Bacchus, and the Muses may,¶¶
And Cupid who hath mark'd me for thy prey;
My spotless life, which but to gods gives *** place,
Naked simplicity, and modest grace.

I love but one, and her +++ I love change never:
If men have faith, I'll live with thee for ever;

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